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Poetry from within

A Mothers role

Today as I just sit and think

Of days already past

My thoughts go back

To my childhood days

Has my Life gone by too fast

The more I try to concentrate

Events that once seemed small

Come racing back into my mind

How much can I re-call

Of days when just a little lad

Of young and tender years

To Primary School I was duly enrolled

While Mum just lingered

Outside the School gates

And up and down patrolled

Till her young son

With other children

Disappeared inside

And when the doors were finally closed

She just broke down and cried

For this was something new to her

To leave the youngster on his own

This baby she used to sit and cuddle

To a Schoolboy now had grown

And then the years go rushing by

From Baby, to Boy then Teen

But where did all the days go

Of those years between

But Mum just did the best she could

Tho’ poor she still bestowed

A lifetime of wisdom and love

To set me on Life’s busy road.

Dennis Shrubshall